Introducing Kore: The Mysteries

Based on the myth of Persephone (Kore) and Demeter, Kore: The Mysteries takes the player through a series of trials inspired by the ancient Eleusinian mysteries. The artwork will come later, but for now I’m finding free images online, like this one of the game’s guide / mentor Ekati (Hecate — the ancient goddess of the crossroads, also known as the “bitch goddess”). I’ve started to build out wireframes to test the idea (for the first level) and I will be seeking playtesters soon. As can be expected, the wireframes are very crude — but I’m having a blast putting … Keep goin’

You Big Talker in the New York Times

Our move to NYC and apartment-hunt was featured March 23rd in Sunday’s “The Hunt,” a long-standing column in the New York Times. As part of that piece, Beloved Binge (and yours truly of You Big Talker) posed for the photo you see here and may have even composed a song. This photo includes art by Laura Azar (waving) and Susan Tabor (flying saucer duo and crawling man), as well as a guitar by my cousin-uncle Steve Davis (Rob’s). And of course, my bouzouki and Syba. I  have read the Sunday edition of the NY Times since college (time permitting) and … Keep goin’

Rump to the T

I memed!  (Please share.) There is one thing about Trump that was never shocking to me. For the past ten years, I’ve come across some terrible, terrible things said and done in the process of learning about factory farming and advocating for animals used for food. Things that are almost too terrible to type. Sadistic things done to animals, just because the workers have power over them, and they can do what they want.  I won’t say them here so that you don’t have nightmares. I can say, after over a decade of study, these are not isolated incidents. They … Keep goin’

Speeding motorcycle: it’s just a bike

Back in college, I worked full-time to pay for my tuition and books, my apartment, and everything else life charges you (food, clothes, cupcakes). My daily commute from the University of Washington to my job in Seattle’s industrial area did not allow much time between classes and work to worry about finding (or paying for) parking. Until then I would bicycle commute about 20 miles round trip, which wasn’t that fast (or pleasant behind semi-trucks for roughly half of the trip). So, I did the only logical thing: I signed up for motorcycle school, a one-day intensive training. Then, I … Keep goin’